Page 27 of Psycho Sinners

His hand wasn’t gripping me, just resting on my throat, and I glared at him. So I had to play the little mouse in this game for them.

Fine, I’d do it. Not for me, for Noms and Ray.

I shoved Cristian back with all my might, surprising him enough that he took a step back, his grin wickedly entertained as I tried to get past him.

Julian was quick to move in, sweeping me up into his arms and lifting me into the air as I struggled against him.

The sound of metal being drawn had my head snapping to the side, my eyes widening as Cristian pulled a butcher knife free from the knife block on the counter.

Fear tore through me at all the scenarios of how this could play out. Would he stick it inside me? Carve up my vagina for his gruesome delight? Was he that fucking sick?

Or would he slice my mouth open like the joker before face fucking me? I’d bite his dick off for sure then, consequences be damned.

I writhed against Julian, kicking with all my might, wishing I had some sort of shoes on when my bare heels made pathetic contact with his legs.

I hoped to god they left a bruise.

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SCARLET

“Now, that’s better.” Cristian stepped before me, my heart thundering like a wild animal as I stared at him, my breaths coming in sharp pants.

“You’re insane!” I croaked out, and he smirked as he got closer.

“Julian, you wanted to try her head out, right? You feeling game?”

“Fuck off, she’ll bite it off!” Julian snapped as I struggled feebly in his arms.

“Not if we promise to gouge her eye out if she does.”

I shuddered at the thought, knowing the pair of them would happily do such a thing.

“You hear that, pyro? Try to take a chomp, you lose an eye,” Julian chuckled. “You go first, Cris. I’m not taking that chance until I know she won’t.”

“Aw, scared?” Cristian teased, and Julian snorted.

“I value my dick, asshole.”

“Fine, I’ll go first. Put her down.”

Julian dropped me unceremoniously, and I contemplated running until Cristian waved the knife in front of me.

“On your knees, kitten. Open that pretty mouth wide for me.”

I gritted my teeth, hating everything about these two wretched men as I obeyed, hating how they were toying with me.

They were beyond sick. Absolutely insane.

“Open,” Cristian commanded as he pointed the knife at my face, his other hand tugging the front of his slacks down so his arousal popped free.

I begrudgingly complied, opening my mouth wide as Cristian hissed and stroked his length.

“Good girl.”

Fuck him. I hated how a shiver coursed down my spine at the praise, betraying me in every sense.

He closed the small gap between us, driving his dick between my lips with a deep grunt.

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